Her Forever

Hades’ POV

“Wake up! You are in some serious trouble!” Hearing the harsh words of a whisper and poking my head, I slapped the hand that dared to touch me. Rubbing my forehead and opening my eyes, I see none other than Hera’s hands on her h**s. “Get up!” she mouthed as Parisa was curled up in my arms. I didn’t have to get away from her if I didn’t want to. I don’t care if Hera helped out yesterday. Parisa is nuzzled up in the crook of my neck; why the hell should I move?

“No,” I deadpanned. “She’s sleeping; let her sleep.” Hera stomped her foot again like a scolding mother.

“We have things to discuss, not just you sneaking into her bed and using the bond against her. Now get up; Athena is here to speak with us.” Before I think about letting go, Athena walks in wearing light blue robes and gold ropes wrapped around her body. Her burgundy hair was wrapped tightly in braids around her head as she held a white book that looked too heavy to carry. Gracefully gliding through the room, placed it on a nearby table. “He won’t let go of her,” Hera accused me while pointing her manicured finger. “He’s being as stubborn as Zeus, and I can’t seduce him out of bed. He is almost bonded to his mate.”

I shivered. I would never do it with Hera; that sounded repulsive. “Shut up,” Hera immediately read my thoughts as I chuckled into Parisa’s hair. She stirred for a moment but immediately sighed.

“It’s alright, Hera. We can talk from here. Parisa needs all the rest she can.” Athena elegantly sat on the bed next to Parisa. Taking Parisa’s hand, she recorded her resting heartbeat and checked her skin, nails, and hair. Parisa did not move once as I held her in place.

“Hectate was right; she does have a lot of barriers on her. Luckily Hectate was able to briefly tell me how deep they were in her soul before she left.” Athena grabbed the book from the table and laid it out on the bed. There were several symbols on the page she had bookmarked that would be familiar to a coven witch. A celestial fairy came into the room with a tray full of different powders. Green, gold, blue, and words of ancient Greek and Latin are written underneath each. Athena took her index finger and dipped it into the gold powder twice and once in the blue.

Touching Parisa’s head, she drew a moon on her forehead with three dots on the underside of the crescent moon. Whispering the ancient Greek to herself, Parisa stirred, and her eyes flew open. Parisa’s nails grew and sliced my right peck muscle with three distinct scratches. I hissed at the sudden pain but felt myself already healing.

“I’m so sorry!” Parisa darted her head around the room, stunned to see several women and servants while in the bed. Her breath picked up, and she began to look back at her hand and to my chest.

“It’s alright, it was an accident,” I tried to comfort her, but she pulled away. “I didn’t, I don’t know,….” Her breathing went to full-blown small pants, and she grabbed her head. Her claws retracted, but her whimpers came loudly.

“What the hell did you do to her?” I growled at Athena, but her face was impassive. Her hand went to Parisa, but I swatted it away. “Answer me, what did you do? You are hurting her!” I pulled Parisa back into my arms as her body went limp. “Parisa!” I gently shook her as Hera looked on in horror, and Athena continued to look as if nothing was wrong.

The smoke tendrils started to seep through the sheets, and Hera called in for Vulcan and Ares. Both prominent men burst into the room as I held Parisa close and fire sparks began to light at the end of the smoke, fingers grabbing at the sheets.

“Hey man, calm down,” Ares held up his hands. “Athena is trying to help Parisa. She told me all about it. Athena has to remain calm to help her break through a barrier.”

“Can you women not talk outright and tell me this s**t?” I yelled.

“Quit all this deceptive s**t, now what the hell is wrong!” Parisa stirred again, and Vulcan went to grab a glass of water.

“Hades,” Parisa’s voice was groggy and low, not sounding like her sweet self. “Hades,” she repeated as her eyes popped open. Blackness stared back into my eyes. Parisa was no longer Parisa, there was something else, and I knew it wasn’t a demon. Blaze jumped onto the bed to get between us, but I swatted him off the bed. Chatting away again, he hopped back on the bed, rushing to my mate. Growling at him, he stopped to argue, but my eyes went back to Parisa.

“Mine!” she growled and pushed all her strength on me. I was pinned back on the bed with her thighs tightly around my torso. My hands dared not touch her as they stayed hovered over her back. Parisa growled into my neck as she began to smell into my hair.

“f**k, that was hot,” Ares rubbed his chin as he set down his sword.

“That is why I couldn’t speak,” Athena painfully spoke as she rose from the bed. Closing the book, she put it on the nightstand table and pushed people away from the bed. “Parisa isn’t human, not even part human.” Athena’s hands were put together as her lips formed a thin line. Parisa’s body gripped me tighter as she nipped and nibbled my neck. Would it be wrong if I had a raging boner in front of everyone?

“What do you mean?” Vulcan stepped towards her. “She heals at a human pace. Her body even ages as a human who is nutrient deficient. I’ve seen her lab results.”

“She is a full-blooded werewolf alpha,” Athena interrupted Vulcan’s words. Hera sat down by a nearby chair as one of the servant fairies helped her. Fanning herself, she looked at Parisa’s body attached to mine. Ares gave a smirk and slapped Vulcan’s chest.

“Badass, our girl is a complete badass. She’ll be able to spar with me now!” Giving Ares a glare, I sat up from the bed with Parisa still attached.

“Mine,” she growled again, and a purring noise came from her chest. Her wolf must be present because the Parisa I know wouldn’t be so bold.

“Parisa?”

“Not Parisa; I’m Elea.” Elea sat back, her crotch was directly above my d**k, and she moved her h**s, giving me an evil smirk. “Mate,” she purred as she leaned forward and kissed up my neck. “I’ve got Parisa loosened up a bit for you. She shouldn’t be so mad now but don’t screw it up anymore!” A swift slap to my chest had me jump as well as everyone else in the room. “No more hiding things. We hate that. We can feel when you keep things from us!” Growling again, her head came to my chest, and Elea started rubbing her face thoroughly all over me.

“W-what is she doing?” I laughed as I pulled her off.

“She’s a werewolf; she is marking you as hers. Elea wants her scent on you to warn off any females that might take you before you are both mated.” Athena sat on a nearby couch, grabbing a cup of tea that Vulcan had made for her. Vulcan glanced at Hera, his mother, and made one for her as well.

Hera stood as Vulcan approached, took the teacup and saucer from him, and put it on the table next to her. “Vulcan,” she sniffed, and Vulcan engulfed her in an enormous embrace.

“I’m so sorry how you were treated here,” Hera gripped on Vulcan. Vulcan rubbed his mother’s back lovingly and kissed her cheek.

“All is forgiven, mother. Hades has taken good care of me. We will rebuild what we have together. We should concentrate on Parisa now,” Vulcan looked at the both of us and smiled. Hera nodded as a celestial fairy stared too closely at us.

“Mine,” Elea growled again, looking at one of the fairy. Hera made the extra women leave the room while Elea continued to hold onto me tight. Once the threat was alleviated, Elea instantly calmed down. I was the possessive one, and now Parisa will have a posessive side too. This could be good or bad, but right now, it is a damn turn-on. I felt myself growl lowly as I kissed her ear.

“You are so damn sexy,” Elea whispered. “I told Parisa I was mad at her for not bonding with you yet. I’ll get her warmed up to the idea. Then we can do it all night long all sorts of ways,” Elea winked at me while tickling my shoulder, a werewolf’s claiming spot. f**k, having Parisa leaving a mark on me would be sexy as hell.

Athena cleared her throat, causing Elea to glare at her. “Oh, sorry,” Elea relaxed slightly. “Thank you for helping. That barrier has been difficult to pull down.”

“Not a problem; I’m glad you have been working so hard to help Parisa. She’s been through a lot.” Elea nodded solemnly.

“I don’t know our parents, and we need them. We need a pack and soon,” Elea rushed. “I don’t think I’m supposed to even come forward yet and take Parisa’s body. This all feels so backward.” Athena pondered as she got up to walk to a nearby shelf. Finding a large black book with a moon engraved on the front, I knew what it was right away. It was a werewolf bible or manual. It held more information than any of the smaller books I had on the shifters. I never came across them until my run-in with them some 23 some years ago when they helped me get rid of my rogue demon.

“You will need a pack, whether your birthing pack or not. It says that other wolves need to help bring you forth while someone close to your human side stays close. Since Hades is the only one close to you, he would be the best option to help you both shift. It will be.. disastrous if you don’t find a willing pack to take you during the change.” Elea whimpered in my arms while I held her close.

“What will happen?” Vulcan stood forward, worried for Parisa. He had become attached to her in a sisterly way, and that I was grateful, unlike Niko, who was treading on the tight ropes of the fire lake. Blaze started yelling in his own chattering language, and Elea just waved at him with a smile. Blaze calmed down and sat on the side of the bed, making sure he was away from me, smacking him across the room.

“Parisa and Elea will both die.”

“She will not!” I snapped as I picked her off the bed. “We will find a pack, and everything will be fine.” Elea looked up at me longingly and nuzzled her head into my neck. “I know of a friendly pack that will help her; they have a powerful sorceress there too. It will be fine.” Elea held me tightly and whispered a small thank you in my ear.

“Hold on a second,” Ares spoke up. “I’ve seen pups go through their shifts on their own in the woods when I worked with them during the shifter wars. Why is Parisa any different? Why can’t she do it on her own?”

“She’s lost her memory of her early years living in a pack, and her wolf wasn’t even present during this time. Most adolescents get their wolves at twelve but don’t shift until 16 or 17. Parisa is almost 21 and has spent no time with wolves. Werewolves learned by example and each other. Elea could break the wrong bones, shift too fast or too slow. Only those that have been changed from human to werewolf have been given the knowledge to shift correctly, and even that is a rare occurrence.”

“She’s so smart,” I heard the sweet voice of my Parisa whisper in my ear. Turning her head, I saw her beautiful green eyes. Hugging her close, I kissed her forehead.

“You’re back,” I breathed.

“I was always here,” Parisa petted my cheek. “I’ve just got a little bit more of me now, I guess. Sorry, she attacked you. She’s been wanting to say “mine” for ages,” she rolled her eyes as she pulled me in for a peck on the lips. “No more lying and keeping stuff from me!” Great, I get scolded twice.

“I swear, tonight I’ll let you see everything about me. With one touch, you can see everything from my birth to where we are now.” Parisa scrunched up her nose.

“I don’t think I wanna do that. That’d take forever. Just don’t lie anymore. I’ll know!” My forehead touched hers as I stood standing in the middle of the room. “Everyone is staring,” she whispered shyly. The vast amount of personality changes that Parisa and Elea have was enough to give a whiplash.

“Right,” Hera spoke. “Anyway, Parisa, there is something else about you besides your wolf that I wanted Athena to check on.”

“The empathy gift?” Hera nodded.

“Elea acted like she didn’t know what it was either,” she said sadly. Athena walked closer to touch Parisa’s cheek.

“We will work on it together to block out the different emotions you feel.” Athena backed away and looked both of us up and down. “Right now, however, I think you both need pants.” All I had on was a pair of black boxer briefs which was sporting a pretty big boner, and Parisa’s a*s was almost hanging out.

“Damn, he got lucky,” Ares grunted as he stomped out the door. “I need some werewolf a*s, too,” he mumbled while Vulcan smacked him upside the head. Parisa’s legs tightened as her face grew red, and people started walking to the door.

“Hera, a word?” Zeus walked in, still sporting a black eye. Getting carried away last night was good for him. He needed to remember who was the firstborn. Hera nodded and waved gently to Parisa.

Hera had turned the guest quarters into our room since we wouldn’t be leaving right away. Parisa had to learn to control her abilities, and Athena was the only one that would be able to help. Hecate would be the better choice, but we will have to make do.

“I’m going to go shower,” Parisa let her legs unhinged from my body as she stepped on the carpeted floor. My arms didn’t let go, however, and she laughed. “Hades, I’m gross. I didn’t even shower before bed.” An evil idea popped in my head as she pushed me away again. “I’ll only be a minute.”

Parisa picked up her clothes from a nearby table and closed the door behind her. I wasn’t waiting a minute. Not after her and Elea rubbing their sweet core all over my d**k. Adjusting myself, I waited until the shower ran, and I heard her close the glass doors.

Sure, the bathrooms in my palace were great. Fireplaces, deep pools for a tub, steam showers, but there was one significant difference. The Celestial Kingdom had nothing but bright bathrooms, while mine was a bit lower on the light. The Celestial Kingdom didn’t cut any corners. I’ll be able to see every damn thing on her body, down to the last freckle.

I pulled my shorts down before I even opened the door and snuck in. Parisa’s body was facing the opposite direction, so I got the perfect look at her pear bottom a*s. Her breasts were large, so I could even see the outline of them as she showered. I didn’t need any foreplay. I was going to explode just from looking at her.

Parisa took the shaving cream and rubbed it down her leg. Each time she swiped the razor up her leg, her a*s would be in the perfect position for me to f**k. The water dripped down her back as she finished and then began to wash her hair. The soap fell in chunks down her sweet body. The slight hum leaving her throat drew me near like a damn siren.

Opening the glass door, I walked in. I had watched for far too long Parisa teased me, and she didn’t even know it. Grabbing my d**k and giving myself a few pulls to calm myself, I stood right behind her. My d**k immediately grazed the top part of her a*s as I slid my right hand around her waist and palmed her stomach.

“Hades?”